#PerfectMuse

By -

For more hashtag stories, stalk me on - Facebook, Twitter and Instagram

Comments

  1. Devilish AngelSeptember 13, 2016 at 10:45 PM

    Expressing pain from heart to paper reduces the burden of the mind...

    ReplyDelete
  2. Kala RaviSeptember 14, 2016 at 1:25 AM

    Ise jee halka karna bhi kehte hain! The perfect muse Saru!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Yogi SaraswatSeptember 14, 2016 at 3:22 AM

    Perfect !!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Sujatha SathyaSeptember 14, 2016 at 10:08 AM

    Lived a million lives ....niiice

    ReplyDelete
  5. Ankita September 16, 2016 at 3:40 AM

    last line blew me away!

    ReplyDelete
  6. Bikramjit Singh MannSeptember 19, 2016 at 5:28 AM

    Oh.. why so sad Mam

    Bikram's

    ReplyDelete
  7. Lady FiSeptember 19, 2016 at 1:00 PM

    Beautifully written!

    ReplyDelete
  8. Madan Mohan SaxenaSeptember 20, 2016 at 7:32 AM

    वाह . बहुत उम्दा,सुन्दर व् सार्थक प्रस्तुति
    कभी यहाँ भी पधारें और लेखन भाने पर अनुसरण अथवा टिपण्णी के रूप में स्नेह प्रकट करने की कृपा करें |
    http://madan-saxena.blogspot.in/
    http://mmsaxena.blogspot.in/
    http://madanmohansaxena.blogspot.in/
    http://mmsaxena69.blogspot.in/

    ReplyDelete
  9. RajSeptember 23, 2016 at 3:12 PM

    This one traveled straight into my heart. :) Your poetry is unparalleled.

    ReplyDelete
  10. Saru SinghalSeptember 24, 2016 at 10:37 AM

    Thanks everyone for your lovely comments ☺

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Bricks, brickbats, applause - say it in comments!

Popular posts from this blog

We are all lonely. Terribly lonely.

By -
Image
Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs in a crowded place out of sheer loneliness. And sink on the concrete floor with my head tucked between my knees. I want someone to look into my empty eyes and read my story. Then comfort me with a hug. But I stand quietly in the corner of this posh restaurant smiling politely at the couples walking into it with their fingers interlocked. They wait for their table. I wait for mine. In the meantime, I stand there alone, a thousand thoughts run a marathon inside my tiny head. What have I done to deserve it -- is one such thought. Sometimes I talk to others. Those who appear to have it all. After 15 minutes of easing into the conversation, I find they are no less miserable. If I'm a Siberian desert - cold and barren, they are Sahara - few people come to visit them - a very few walk with them under the scorching circumstances. Deep down, we are all lonely. Terribly lonely. We all seek one person with whom we can share that
Read more

Because you are addicted to Gold Flake and I am addicted to you.

By -
Image
Like that cigarette slowly burning between your fingers, I burn too. Because you are addicted to Gold Flake and I am addicted to you. The only difference - you can buy your addiction - but I can't win over you in a million years. The only similarity - you crush both cigarette butts and my hopes multiple times a day under your feet. You are one cruel b*****d. Oh man, why I still love you so very much? I think about that a lot sober. There has to be a reason for this unwavering, almost God-like devotion towards you. For the life of me, I can't find an answer to that question. I don't know why I want to walk barefoot on a black beach with you. Watch the sunset - and - watch your features turn into a beautiful silhouette. As the evening would sink into darkness and we will lay on the beach to watch the stars and crescent moon - I want to smell the salty ocean on your skin. Then when you will try to light that f*****g Goldflake and put it between your lips, I will th
Read more

Soundarya Sabun Nirma

By -
Image
It was a ruthless day when I discovered my real identity. As a teenager, I struggled through hot girls, rich girls, and famous-for-nothing girls. I often felt like a lost puppy in the crowd of bitches. Amidst the ting-tong of Doordarshan commercial, finally, one day I found answers to all my questions. My ray of enlightenment was none other than - Nirma Soap Ad. This karmic journey started the day my cousin infused the thought that a soap defines you. He bathed with Dettol as he was a cleanliness freak. And I should choose a soap that fits my character. When I gleefully jumped at being Liril Girl, he looked with disdain. With one hand he pointed at Preity Zinta’s poster and with other towards the mirror. I nodded. I had no dimples or shorts to be that cool. Even the bottom of my skirt was triple folded to adjust my growing height and our middle-class income. On that day of summer vacation, my arduous journey began. If there is a soap that my fits my short-rounded-desperate
Read more